The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 474 Ch.473 Interesting Dreams

How can dreams make people addicted, so that people who are deeply trapped in the dark sweetness cannot let go and are unwilling to wake up——

Dreams are a person's beautiful short-term recovery, and they are also private rumors that never need to be clarified.

Roland was fortunate enough to fall into the "field" created by an eight-ring ritualist (Enid), and also fought with a seven-ring in the "field".

Those are close to dreams, but not as real as dreams:

At least in the "field", Roland can vaguely sense the disharmony in smell and touch.

But a real dream, with malicious intent and designed to make people addicted, can definitely create a quagmire that people can never escape from.

It will shape it according to the memory of the dreamer, according to the wishes, regrets, pain, sadness and happiness left in the spirit and soul of the dreamer, which may not even be clear to him——

All of this is far beyond the expression of words.

Even if those clichés were modified and adjusted by the best writers, or even erased and recreated, they would not be as charming as when they were seen.

Roland thought that he would wake up, lean on Yam Jones's arms, or lie on Nina Collins's wooden bed, listening to her chattering in words he could not understand - he thought it would be like this.

He could not distinguish, and even the words related to "distinguish" and "where am I" would disappear from his mind.

Then, he would be trapped in this dream forever like the several ritualists outside:

He had guessed so, and had prepared another way to make himself feel "in a dream" - although it would cost a certain price.

However.

He forgot one thing.

Nina Collins left too many things in his head, flesh and blood, and soul.

Those memories that should have been as turbulent as a tsunami were all taken over by a newly born consciousness before:

It was like an invisible and soft wall, protecting Roland's consciousness and preventing him from suffering from momentary or long torture.

Free from the sequelae of daily severe pain.

And now.

The dream, or something in the dream, began to read the scattered memories that were not controlled by the wrench, and picked them out, woven, stitched, ironed, and showed them to Roland.

Look.

This is your memory.

The picture you have seen.

You must have experienced it before.

I will take away a small piece of your consciousness, make you dazed, and then put you in.

Make you indulge in this familiar memory.

——But this is also why Roland can immediately realize that he is dreaming and in a dream.

Because this memory is not his.

It is not his experience.

It is not the wonderful story he heard from Nina Collins.

This memory comes from Nina Collins herself, and it is probably marked as "abandoned" by the wrench, so that Roland never knew it.

Obviously, the "dream" itself has no ability to distinguish, and it did not expect that someone's head would have other people's experiences and memories.

There are so many more.

"So, let's just do this, okay?"

The woman in front of him raised her arms, her drooping hands holding an oak metal coffee spoon like a bird's beak.

She stirred it idly, making the coffee cup clink.

Roland stared at the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the buttery afternoon sun made people lazy.

Outside the glass was Miss Nina's world.

The iron box running on the road.

Strange-looking children, women in twos and threes, without servants, wearing revealing clothes, and young boys whizzing away on a wooden board with wheels.

Upward.

A huge, canvas-like "strange object" was showing an extremely obscene side:

A woman (Roland guessed that she was a professional of some kind), wearing only two pieces of cloth, was showing off her graceful figure to the people passing by in the strange object.

Roland frowned.

And looked carefully for half a minute.

The world inside the glass was as magical as the outside.

Except for the girl with satin hair across from him, this pub—or cafe—was full of strange sights:

A solitary girl was hammering away at a glowing box.

Two young boys were concentrating on the intricately painted ‘paper tablecloth’ on the table, with thumb-sized puppets and a few odd-shaped dice with countless sides beside them.

There was music in the pub.

But Roland couldn’t see the band.

The smell of coffee was everywhere, forcing people to suck it.

And.

The increasingly impatient woman in front of him.

Roland moved his fingers, holding the cold cup in front of him, staring at the green wooden stick inserted into the cup, and the shiny knife and fork next to the plate.

Sounds, smells.

The wind that came in when the door opened and closed.

Everything was so stiff.

Roland touched his pinky finger and tapped it twice.

A sterling silver ring.

“Did you hear it?”

The voice in his ear seemed very far away.

Roland slowly raised his head.

Although the annoying voice was gone, the white flame still protected him, and in Roland's eyes, he walked out of the outline of this world.

The woman was very beautiful.

Just a black line at the corner of her eye?

"Roland?"

The woman frowned and called again.

"Hello."

He opened his mouth and found that he was speaking a foreign language, but he could understand and speak it clearly.

It was really interesting.

"What are you doing? Do you have anything else to say? I have other things to do later."

The impatient girl raised her head, shook her black hair, and pressed her slender fingers on the 'bright shell' on the side a few times.

Look at Roland again.

"It's not my reality, Roland. You have to think about it for me, right? Look at Li Dong, he bought a car, a house, and recently joined a good company - I don't want you to buy me a house, write my You...at least give me some hope, right?"

Roland understood every word she said.

But I don’t understand.

Miss Nina’s world…

So interesting.

Perhaps the woman noticed the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, and her earnest words turned into anger in an instant.

"You are so shameless every time. If you talk about you, you won't say anything. Has my mother ever looked for you? What did you say?"

"It's always like this, what do you want me to do?"

Roland didn't say anything, just clasped his hands and quietly observed her every move.

This made the woman even more annoyed.

"yes!"

She put down her phone hard.

"It's a bit disgusting for me to talk like that. Aren't I just licking for work? They are all uncles. Who can I mess with?"

"Look at how you've been acting weird all day long...What did I do?"

"You have to be able to give people a little hope. If you work harder, you won't be where you are today."

Roland tilted his head and stared at what was floating in front of him, which was different from the flames - a black and white 'frame' with a few lines of words clearly written on it.

"Strong demand detected..."

"Binding..."

"Binding successful!"

"Congratulations! The Shenhao selection system has been activated!"

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wrench?

"bite!"

"This system is dedicated to creating the perfect Shenhao!"

"There is no need to worry about any organizational investigation on the source of wealth. Under the protection of the system, all rewards will be regarded as legitimate gains!"

"With every choice, the user will be closer to the perfect god!"

"bite!"

"Task: slap your ex-girlfriend in the face"

"Choice 1: bow your head and admit your mistake. Reward title: Turtle Man."

"Option 2: scold Wang Mengya (ex-girlfriend) in public! Reward: Bentley Continental GT."

"Choice 3: Frankly admit that I just inherited a large amount of property from relatives in a foreign country. Reward: 10 million dragon coins."

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wrench?

"bite!"

"This system is dedicated to creating the perfect Shenhao!"

"If the user cannot make a choice within half a minute, the system will automatically choose a more reasonable one for you."

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for example?

"bite!"

"This system is dedicated to creating the perfect Shenhao!"

Roland was silent.

His eyes passed through the black and white text frame and fell on the woman's face.

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Hmm…

Roland's eyes were playful.

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Let me choose one.

"..."

"bite?"